Jaime was hit with a relaxing aroma as he stepped into the lobby ahead of Sarah. The massage parlor was located in what had once been a craftsman house, but had been completely transformed inside. While the outside had given Jaime reservations at first, the inside calmed all of those fears. It was much more upscale than it appeared from the street with it's marble floors and sleek furniture.
A small brunette woman emerged from behind a curtain with a smile and a tray holding two glasses. She looked much too young to be the owner of the establishment, but spoke with the confidence of a proprietor.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, I have you marked down for a couple's massage?"
"That's right." Jaime affirmed. He turned to Sarah and smiled. One side of her lip curled up in an unconvincing half smile as she squeezed his hand in hers.
It had been a stressful couple of days. Six months after getting married, they had decided to pick up and move cross country to settle down and start fresh. What should have been an exciting new adventure had been derailed by a small cramped Uhaul with tires that probably hadn't been changed in years. At least the two that had popped on the journey hadn't been. A 15 hour drive turned into a 25 hour drive of no sleep and more fighting than Jaime and Sarah's relationship had seen in the previous 5 years combined.
Luckily, their new house was right next door to a non-descript "Couples Spa and Massage Parlor." The small sign swaying on the porch was the only way to identify it was even a business, and Jaime had to pay over the phone as there was no website. Despite the potential sketchiness of booking a massage in an old house, the possibility had been like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark stormy trip. Sarah eventually agreed it would be a great way to kick off their life in a new city.
"Fantastic, my name is Annabelle, and I'm here to help if you need anything. We have most of your information from when you made the appointment, but we will need you to fill out these final intake forms before we begin. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!"
Annabelle led Jaime and Sarah to a two seater couch off to the side, and handed Jaime and Sarah the glasses of what turned out to be lemon-cucumber water and a piece of paper each. She then disappeared behind the curtain she had come out of originally, leaving Jaime and Sarah alone.
Jaime read down the list of options you could mark off. What type of incense would you like in the room? What scented massage oil would you like used? What ambient soundtrack would you like played in the background? Nothing he really cared about. The only thing he had wanted to ensure was that he had a male masseuse. Moving all of that furniture and those boxes had left his legs incredibly stiff. He needed a strong hand to knead out the knots. Unfortunately, he didn't see an option to choose.
"Huh," he thought. "Must just depend on what staff is available."
What he was able to decide on was the area of focus. It had been painful just to sit down on the couch, so it didn't take much thought to write down legs/thighs. Jaime then turned to Sarah, who was staring intently at the sheet and checking boxes very decisively.
"Let's be cohesive. I don't really care about any of this stuff, so let me know what you are putting down and I'll do the same."
"Ok honey." Sarah said without looking up. Once she finished, she handed Jaime the sheet for him to copy. Lemongrass and lavender scent with an ocean beach soundtrack. Sounded good to him.
The relaxing ambience of the lobby was already calming to Jaime and Sarah, and they fell into quiet conversation. Jaime could already feel any resentment that had built up from their travel melting away. Annable returned and collected the papers before leading them to a door they hadn't noticed right next to the couch. They hadn't noticed it, because it was flush seamlessly with the wall, and there was no handle.
Annabelle pushed open the door and led them into their massage room. The lights were off and it took a second for Jaime's eyes to adjust. Even so, it was very dark and difficult to make out much. He could see that the room was much larger than he had expected. A giant oval with two tables in the middle. The soundtrack of the ocean waves was already playing, and Jaime smelled the lemongrass and lavender from a hidden diffuser somewhere. A man and a woman were standing next to the tables with their hands crossed behind their backs.
"Sarah, your masseuse today is Simon. And Jaime, you will be serviced by Hannah. Please remove your clothes to your level of comfort and place them behind that curtain." Annabelle pointed out a curtain that could barely be seen off to the side. "Then lie face down under the towel and Simon and Hannah will return to begin."
"Damn," Jaime thought. He would have been great to loosen my muscles. Simon was big, taller than Jaime with large arms and visible pecs. His dirty blonde hair was knotted in a bun behind his head, and his tight polo and shorts accentuated his muscles. But that thought went quickly out of his mind as Hannah walked by on her way out behind Annabelle.
She was about 5'4 with similar coloured hair that fell just between her shoulder blades. The first thing he noticed was her pretty face, cute nose and piercing green eyes that were bright even in the dark room. The second thing he noticed was her short pleated white skirt that looked just a touch unprofessional resting quite a few inches above the knee. It was loose, like a schoolgirls, so Jaime couldn't see the curve of her behind, but based on how toned her legs were, it was hard to imagine a tighter skirt wouldn't have shown an even tighter ass.
Tucked into the waistband of her skirt was an equally white much tighter polo that threatened to untuck against the strain of her breasts. Jaime guessed them to be on the larger side of C, and didn't think she would have been able to close any of the buttons based on the perkiness of her tits and the size of the shirt. She probably won't be so bad, Jaime thought.
The unbuttoned top showed a hint of cleavage that Jaime couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from. But when he did they went straight up to Hannah's, which pierced him like a dagger. He felt his cock stiffen slightly as she smiled knowingly and he looked guilty over to Sarah. Luckily she had her eyes trained on Simon, so she hadn't noticed any blushing, glances, or twitches that had come from Jaime.
Once the masseuses had left, Sarah walked towards the curtain and immediately started undressing. She first pulled her top over her head and then started unclasping her bra. Jaime stood entranced for a moment, which only made him feel guilty about oogling Hannah.
